A/N: Hey guys. This is my first serious writing. I know this story isn't very original, but I really like these types of stories and wanted to add my own twist. I'm open to suggestions. I may change the title later.

I don't own Yu Gi Oh

Many believe in ghosts. Souls who can't go on to whatever awaits them after death are trapped among us where they waNnder unseen by most. Some say that children see these spirits more easily than adults because they don't understand that they're not supposed to see them, but they grow out of it soon. On rare occasions, a child may encounter a ghost even after the innocence of childhood has worn off. This was the case for Yugi Mutou.

Yugi was a shy, but kind five-year-old boy. He lived with his parents in a small house in the suburbs. He loved to play with the many toys in his bedroom. In fact, he loved it so much that his mother would practically have to kick him out of the house to get him to get some fresh air.

It was a cold, December morning. Yugi's mother had sent him outside to play in the snow. He had a huge backyard that was surrounded by a tall privacy fence. Unfortunately, Yugi didn't have any friends to play with in the neighborhood so he found ways to have fun on his own. Sometimes, his father would come home from work and play catch with him. Then, they'd start wrestling and fall to the ground laughing until dinner was ready. But today, Yugi was alone.

He decided to build a snowman to keep him company. When he finished, he stopped and stared aft it.

"You need a face," he said out loud.

He dug around in the snow until he found some rocks and a couple of sticks. He made two eyes, a nose, and a mouth with the rocks and stuck the sticks in the body for arms. Then, he stared at the snowman again.

"Something's missing," he thought. "I got it."

He took off his hat and scarf and put them on the snowman.

"Yugi!"

Yugi jumped as his mother's voice called from the door. He ran up to hug her.

"Where are your hat and scarf?" she asked.

He pointed to the snowman.

"I didn't want him to get cold," Yugi said.

His mother smiled and ruffled his spiky, tri-colored hair.

"Come inside," she said warmly. "I'll make you some hot chocolate. Your granddpa just called and invited us over for Christmas."

"Yay," he cheered as he ran into the kitchen.

Yugi loved going to his grandpa's. The old man owned a game shop and always let Yugi try out the new games. He even let the boy try out the cash register once.

A few days later, Yugi and his parents arrived at his grandfather's shop. It had gotten a lot warmer outside, around sixty degrees, which was quite strange for Christmas eve, but Yugi didn't mind. All he cared about by the kind old man waiting for them.

"Grandpa," Yugi shouted as he ran toward him.

"Oh Yugi," his grandfather replied, swooping him up in his arms. "Look how big you've gotten."

"Dad be careful," Yugi's father said. "You'll throw out your back."

"Don't tell me what to do boy," the old man replied sternly. "I'm old, not senile."

Yugi's mother prepared dinner and they sat around and talked. Soon, it was time for Yugi to go to bed. He said goodnight to his parents before his grandpa led him to the guest room he always stayed in and tucked him in.

"But I don't wanna go to bed," the boy whined.

"But Yugi," the man said. "If you don't go to sleep, Santa won't be able to leave you any presents!"

"You win this round," Yugi said before hugging his grandfather goodnight and snuggling under his covers before drifting off to sleep.

Yugi awoke in the middle of the night to a loud bang and a bright flash. He was terrified. Unable to see in the dark, he stumbled around until he ended up in another room. He tried to flip on the lights but when he flipped the switch, nothing happened. Hearing another loud crash, he crawled i

nto a corner and huddled up.

"Poor kid," said a deep voice from what sounded like the doorway.

"Wh-who's there?" Yugi asked shakily.

"Oh," the stranger replied coming a little closer. "Sorry, I didn't know you could hear me."

Yugi started to speak but winced when he heard another loud crash. He let out a whimper.

"Don't worry," the voice said. "It's just thunder."

"I don't like thunder," Yugi whispered.

"It's just the sky talking," the stranger said. "He has a very deep voice."

"Kind of like you?"

"I guess so," he laughed.

The man began to rustle around in something before switching on a flashlight and handing it to Yugi. The boy shone it on his new acquaintance and gasped at what he saw. He was a teenager, most likely around eighteen. What was really shocking was that he looked almost exactly like an older version of Yugi except his eyes were crimson rather than violet.

"Are we related?" Yugi asked.

"No," the other replied.

"Who are you?"

"My name's Yami."

"Hi Yami," Yugi said excitedly. "I'm Yugi."

"Nice to meet you," Yami smiled

Yugi looked around the room to find that he was in his grandfather's storage room.

"Would you please walk with me back to my room?" he asked.

"I'd be happy to," Yami said as he walked beside the small boy.

When they got back to the room, Yugi's parents were searching all over the room in a panic until they heard their son enter.

"What are you guys doing?" Yugi asked.

"Yugi," his mother said relieved. "We thought you were hiding from the thunder."

"I was," he said. "But I'm not scared. It's just the sky talking."

"Where did you come up with that?" his father asked.

"My new friend."

"You didn't mention that before," his mother said excitedly.

"I just met him a couple minutes ago," he said pointing to Yami who, was shaking his head vigorously. "It's okay, Yami. You don't need to be shy."

"Yugi," his mother said placing a hand on his shoulder. "We'll talk about this later. Go back to sleep."

They kissed him on the head and left.

"What happened there Yami?" Yugi asked.

"Sorry," Yami said sadly. "They can't see me."

"Why?"

"You're too young. Just go to sleep. everything will be fine"

Yami was wrong. After the next day, Yugi's parents took him home. As they were walking out the door Yugi could vaguely remember hearing his parents arguing with his Grandpa but he was more focused on the sad face of Yami staring out the front window at him.

"I'm sorry," Yami mouthed before disappearing.

Once they were back home Yugi was taken to a therapist who constantly insiste d that Yami wasn't real but a figment of Yugi's imagination caused by his loneliness. Eventually Yugi forgot all about Yami and grew to be a lonely teenager who grew used to keeping to himself. But it would all change soon.